"Hm?"
After hearing this, Bone-Nightmare Old Devil was instinctively taken aback. It was almost impossible to believe.
"He's dead?"
"They should still be in the first trial, inside Hundred-Ghost Mistwood, shouldn't they? With his strength, even if he got separated from Magui and the others, he shouldn't have died so easily."
The more Bone Demon Old Devil spoke, the less he believed it himself.
"The wisp of his Divine Soul he left with me has dissipated. If he isn't dead, what else could it mean?"
Even as Fire-Spirit Ghost Mother spoke, she felt dazed.
She had never imagined that after taking a disciple—not to mention refining him to increase her own strength—
she would lose him before she had even experienced much of the bond between master and disciple. He was actually dead. Dead!
Someone dared kill the only disciple of me, Fire-Spirit Ghost Mother?!
Fire-Spirit Ghost Mother took a step back. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she shot to her feet.
Her furious expression immediately drew the attention of the other Nascent Soul Cultivators.
Seeing this, Xuanhuangzi of the Profound Purity Sect said with a mocking edge:
"Well, fellow Daoist Fire-Spirit, which husband of yours died this time? What's got you in such a hurry?"
At those words, the agitated Fire-Spirit Ghost Mother instantly fell silent. She calmly turned her head and fixed her gaze on Xuanhuangzi.
Beside her, Bone Demon Old Devil spoke in a sinister voice:
"If you want to die, Xuanhuangzi, just say so. No need to make it so complicated."
At that, Xuanhuangzi, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground, floated straight up.
Just when the assembled Nascent Soul old monsters thought a fight was about to break out before the Core Area even opened, they saw Xuanhuangzi